All beings walking
around as mere reflections,
Blatantly crisp and
clear images, but not quite whole
Standing concave and
convex-like,just reflecting, not owning any of their actions
Bent inwards and
flexed outwards, with invisible abnormalities of the soul
Each heartbeat plainly
mimicking the sound of existence
Starkly sonorous and
loud but quite appallingly empty
Programming life’s
tunes into inaudible songs of deathly silence
And proclaiming it as
music of spirituality, Ah! The idealists’ repartee
Every feeling flowing
as a perfect imitation
Of superlative craft
but not quite pure, like a rolled gold trinket
Unashamedly faking every
sentiment, Blasphemous pretension!!
1 carat of genuinity but
proudly masquerading as a 22 carat
Forging every aspect
of being a human
Forging any and every
feeling that can ever be felt
Consciously,
emotionally becoming an orphan—
in the name of
freedom but in fact forging everything that we've left.
Reached a point, in belief,
a very cynical point-
Where anything
beautiful must have plastic in it
Where any love story
must have a break point
Where anything divine
has a nasty secret behind it
A point of Human
Entropy.
superb deevena,really impressive words
ReplyDeleteayn randish style??
ReplyDelete^ ummmm,maybe..haven't quite thought like that...
ReplyDeleteI guess i'm influenced. :)
now i'm being influenced by both of u..
ReplyDeletethat's a huge compliment.ty! :)
Deletewould love to know whom it's coming from :D